I want to get out of here.
Pack an over night bag,
and hide out in love.
Wrap myself in some one's lap
put my head down and just cry
if I want to.
If even for a while.
Sometimes I choose respite in a bottle
Just to change the scenery,
Just to change where I am for a while.
Knowing full well the consequences.
Im a change junkie.
Im a love junkie, addicted to
The essential nature of being.
Time 'out' is both impossible
and strict against me.
Calling, beckoning me ever
Into a hole of peace.
The 'to do' list is longer than
the 'what's been accomplished today' list
and grows like an automatic
boobie trap just to spite my willingness
to obey its orders.
As static augments itself in billows
around my head,
Its dizziness making me hide or run.
Either way, all I can truly do is
Take it full blown in the chest,
"take it like a man" as they say
No room in my society for quiet
contemplation with exception of a two AM.
No room for giddiness just for the
stupidity of fun.
Sign this, stop here, go now, turn left
and go on .................
well, Ill go, straight on out into
the universe where holding
understands me, where the breeze is free
where direction doesn't matter
where the big heart of unity pulses steadily.
ahhhhhhhhh.